Poems by Marc Carver

By Marc Carver

 

I listened to Ottis on the radio

 yelled out the song as people came past

must have  thought I was some kind of lunatic

but I did not care

the way I have always not cared even when  I was at rock bottom

some people do not get up but day after day

up  I get like the man off the cross

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I walked into the church a woman was playing the piano

I went over to her and told her that she played lovely

She told me it was Tchaikovsky and then she told me her wedding was tomorrow

and why didn’t I come

I never went to  her wedding but a few days later I went back to the church and thought about playing the piano not that I can play of course

when I went over to the piano there was no piano almost as if that magical moment had never happened